Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The world, truly dangerous...”

Jiang Ding murmured softly.

Despite being such an honest and naive person, who typically avoids trouble, he would still unexpectedly encounter sudden misfortunes without reason.

If it weren’t for the support of the Xianmen Sect, by now his Divine Soul might have been possessed without him knowing. He might not be dead, but becoming a pawn or servant of someone else, not in control of his own life and death is inevitable.

Jiang Ding let go of the Bai Zu Heavenly Lord’s carapace and the storage limb segment in his hand, allowing them to fall into the sea, to the bottom where they deeply buried into the seabed mud.

These items, worth at least several trillion low-grade Spirit Stones, were no longer safe.

A trace of hatred emerged in Jiang Ding’s heart, then disappeared.

”It’s alright, it’s alright.”

”I’m not angry at all, the elder cares about me, simply offering some guidance.”

”This is recognition, this is an honor...”

Constantly hypnotizing himself in his mind, Jiang Ding let his resentment dissipate.

As a weakling, he really shouldn’t harbor resentment.

For over-powerful cultivators, it’s easy to detect and too dangerous, often leading to death.

”I am a person of great magnanimity... a supremely kind person...”

”So kind, so pure, how could I possibly hold grudges? Absolutely impossible...”

Thinking this way, Jiang Ding soon forgot about this place and became cheerful.

Around him, spatial runes appeared, and teleportation commenced – an ability of the Great Sun World Defining Array, which allows for instant transportation within the realm at the cost of several hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones.

It seems a lot, but in fact, for a Heavenly Monarch, it’s just about one percent of their annual income.

For Heavenly Monarchs, who often count time by centuries, not like mortals where a year is a significant period, the expenditure of several hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones is considered very cheap.

Shortly after, Jiang Ding appeared in a corner of the West Desert, excavating a cold vault tens of thousands of meters beneath a vast desert, acquiring the last secret vault of the Ice Phoenix Clan.

With one hand, he held a head-sized Ice Phoenix egg as he returned to the Liudao Sect.

Dark Demon Palace.

Jiang Ding sat on a pitch-black throne, his hand on the sword hilt.

Behind him, a whirling vortex of the Six Dao Reincarnation continuously rose and fell, a heritage from the ancient Liudao Sect.

The palace was eerily quiet.

Apart from the sound of the wind and the occasional flashing of Primordial Magnet light, there was nothing else.

Jiang Ding pondered for a long time.

”Swordsman.”

The Sword Pavilion Legacy Messenger, whose arrival time at the Dark Demon Palace was unknown, bowed respectfully.

He glanced sideways at the green-clothed youth on the throne, his mind filled with many emotions.

The Great Sun Swordsman seemed to be increasingly on the path back to the Sword Pavilion, becoming more and more like a true Swordsman, even far surpassing previous Swordsmen in terms of sect heritage instruction and disciple training.

Great Sun Sword Cultivation, surprisingly beginning to revive in this impoverished Minor Thousand World.

This was beyond Mingguang Zi’s capabilities; he only knew how to fight.

Compared to this, influenced by the Eastern Devil School, the Great Sun Swordsman excelled in this regard, and many true Great Sun Sword Cultivators started to emerge.

The wisdom of successive Sword Pavilion Ancestor Masters was indeed profound.

Everything was within their schemes.

”Hei, my name,”

Jiang Ding spoke slowly: ”My name is Mingguang Zi, gravely injured after a battle with Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch over a thousand years ago, and I’ve been in hiding, only recently starting to recover.”

”Due to many experiences, there’s been a slight change in the way I conduct myself.”

”Hei, do you have anything to add?”

He asked.

”...”

Black’s expression was dull and stunned.

You claim to be Mingguang Zi? Bullshit!

He inwardly sneered, thinking how unlike Mingguang Zi, who was timid and always looking for places to hide when confronted with trouble.

I really don’t know how you managed to cultivate your Sword Intent.

Indeed, Jiang Ding was old and cunning, immediately noticing that the green-clothed youth in front of him had met an enemy, and a potent one at that, nearly impossible to defeat.

”Um?”

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Jiang Ding frowned.

”This...”

”Swordsman, it’s challenging.”

Black stiffly said, ”My true body and the Great Sun Celestial Pond Moon Spirit, none of us can interfere with the sacred Sword Fight, we can’t implement any methods on the Great Sun Swordsman, no matter the reason.”

”This is a taboo set by the past Ancestor Masters, it cannot be breached.”

”You seem to be employing a tactic of using others to eliminate your target…”

”Is that so?”

Jiang Ding frowned.

He waved his hand, not blaming him, and dismissed the Sword Pavilion Legacy Messenger, Black.

The many Protector Spirits of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion are just that, Protector Spirits, not subordinates he personally trained that could understand his commands at will, thus there are many things they can’t do.

Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes.

In his Sea of Consciousness, countless sword form starlights twinkled, representing 108,000 maids, among which 59 were of Nascent Soul level and more than half were Golden Pill, gathering numerous talented cultivators from this world.

They could easily form a Mid-phase Nascent Soul Level Army Formation, suppressing any dissenters.

Most crucially, this was a force he personally cultivated, capable of executing any command, eliminating Mingguang Zi without any hesitation, unlike Great Sun Sword Cultivation, Black, and Moon and others who would just watch two Swordsmen die in battle and then pledge allegiance to the surviving Great Sun Swordsman.

Of course, a mere underdeveloped Mingguang Zi doesn’t require an organized elimination, he could suppress him single-handedly.

”...Mingguang Zi...a thousand-year revival...reconstructing mountains and rivers...”

Jiang Ding didn’t summon anyone or give any instructions, he just subtly disseminated some subconscious messages at the level of Divine Soul, employing principles of the Causal Skill, simulating real causal threads.

Indeed, the Causal Skill can be applied not only through Divine Sense and Mana but also through all beings and the natural environment.

This is mentioned in Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch’s ”Tri-Cycle Theory,” as well as in many Cultivation Methods and annals from the Xianmen Sect.

The latter methods would be more natural, representing the most orthodox path of cause and effect.

It just requires time to ferment, hundreds, even thousands of years, for the applied skills to materialize.

After endless concealment through time and space, even strong people of the Immortal Dao employing the shocking Heavenly Causal Skill would struggle to uncover the true essence with their methods.

In this cause and effect, he is Mingguang Zi, the last Great Sun Swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

There’s evidence.

They all inherit from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, all are Great Sun Swordsmen, all wielding the Great Sun Flying Sword.

To say these aren’t the same person, who would believe?

Anyone who wants to kill him should seek out Mingguang Zi, all deeds and calamities are caused by Mingguang Zi, they are none of his own doing.

This is the third layer camouflage under the Tusen Heavenly Monarch in the Tushan Central Court, by the Sword Pavilion Legacy, and there are possibilities to further extend, with his true form hidden within the mists of time and space, unreachable by anyone.

”Wait for time to ferment.”

”Time, what a wonderful thing, even the weakest technique, can become powerful through time’s fermentation, allowing the weak to contend with the strong at the informational level, this is the only mercy Immortal Dao offers to the weak…”

Jiang Ding remarked with admiration.

No matter how invincible you are, capable of destroying stars and celestials, for those in the distant spans of time, there isn’t much anyone can do. It’s very reassuring.